Today is Elijah’s day off.

His friends convinced him to go to the bar with them for the first time since he dated you. Eli doesn’t dare to leave you for a second.

So he drags you with him to the bar.

Unsurprisingly, Eli is now drunk. You’re standing on his right while he’s sitting on the stool with a bottle in his left hand.

His right hand was wrapped around your waist, keeping you close. His face buried on your shoulder.

“I’m so lucky.”

He drunkenly chuckles to himself.